Xiang Xing Quan (Imitation Fist), has multiple meanings. One refers to the imitation of animals' predation and hunting movements, the so-called "imitating the form to capture the meaning." Monkey Fist, Tiger Fist, Mantis Fist, Snake Fist, etc., all belong to this category.
The second imitates the appearance of a drunkard, appearing awake but still intoxicated, using skills amidst swaying movements, such as Drunken Fist, Drunken Sword, and Drunken Staff.
But the Xiang Xing Quan that Xue Zheng mentioned is the essence of his life's martial arts, a combination of various folk and military boxing techniques, forming an extremely yang and powerful fist technique.
He drew inspiration from the elephant, the strongest creature on land, believing his fist technique to be the most forceful.
In fact, in today's martial arts world, Xiang Xing Quan is recognized as the most powerful.
"Yes."
Jing Xiaolou responded, stood up, and walked unhurriedly to the edge of the lakeside pavilion, speaking loudly from a distance:
"It's inconvenient to demonstrate the fist alone. Why don't you and I exchange blows?"
"Hmm?"
An Qisheng's gaze shifted, his fist also changed direction. He took a ten-meter step, raised his arm, and punched straight forward like a spear:
"I was just about to witness Brother Jing's skills!"
"Good!"
Seeing An Qisheng's punch like a spear, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up, his stance changed, and he raised an arm and swung it out!
With a step, Jing Xiaolou's aura erupted. He swung his arms, falling from above, like whips and hammers, smashing towards An Qisheng!
Boom!
An Qisheng's mind swayed, as if he saw an old elephant roaring to the sky, stepping and swinging its trunk!
On land, the elephant is the strongest.
When Jing Xiaolou attacked, his strength erupted, truly resembling an elephant galloping, swinging its trunk and stomping. Even before the fist reached him, the air currents stirred by it were already blowing An Qisheng's hair.
Bang!
An Qisheng's fist changed, his arm rising up like a raised spear.
Bang!
The two fists collided, emitting a dull thud.
As if swept by a hurricane, An Qisheng's exposed skin trembled violently.
This punch felt like being slapped by an elephant's trunk.
Bang!
An Qisheng's muscles and bones vibrated, and his feet cracked the bridge surface with a 'crack' as he released his strength.
The Bajiquan stomp is not only about exerting force but also about dissipating it.
"Good!"
Jing Xiaolou couldn't help but exclaim when his punch didn't knock An Qisheng back. At the same time, he shook his arm and swung it out again.
Snap!
Like a long whip, the force exploded at the end.
When Jing Xiaolou's arm swung out, it was as if he had shattered the air, the whistling currents blowing An Qisheng's clothes.
"This is Xue Family Xiang Xing Quan?"
An Qisheng's chest felt tight. He erupted with strength, thrusting his arms forward again to meet the attack.
Bang, bang, bang~
The wind stirred, and the two exchanged blows, hard against hard, fast against fast, colliding more than a dozen times on the edge of the lakeside pavilion, the sound of fists and palms colliding as rapid and low as drumbeats.
"This Bajiquan is indeed extraordinary."
The more Jing Xiaolou fought, the more surprised he became, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart.
The elephant is the strongest animal on land, and no fierce beast can withstand its tremendous strength.
Xiang Xing Quan draws inspiration from the elephant, with fierce and powerful moves, punching like an old elephant swinging its trunk, emphasizing freedom and continuous movement, with both hands like whips and hammers, layering strength upon strength.
Since learning the fist, he had rarely encountered an opponent who clashed with him so directly.
The more An Qisheng fought, the more alarmed he became. He could feel that Jing Xiaolou was holding back, not attacking with his full strength.
The force of his attacks was similar to his own, but after a dozen or so punches, his arms were numb, and the split tiger's mouth from yesterday had been shaken open.
"If this continues, I'll be knocked unconscious in at most three punches!"
An Qisheng gritted his teeth, his mind racing.
Bang!
Another punch collided.
An Qisheng's chest suddenly heaved, as if air exploded in his throat, and he let out a low shout.
Crackling!
It was as if a series of firecrackers were exploding in An Qisheng's body, and his face, hands, and all exposed skin instantly turned red.
Bang!
There was a loud noise under An Qisheng's feet, the wooden bridge cracked, and spider web-like cracks spread out from under his feet like expanding concentric circles.
With a stomp, strength surged up.
The fist that had been suppressed by Jing Xiaolou suddenly shook, like the tip of a spear vibrating violently when the spear is shaken, shaking Jing Xiaolou's arm away.
Immediately afterward, a fist thrust forward, piercing towards the chest!
An Qisheng had transformed the spear technique he learned from Wang Honglin into a fist technique, and it exploded out!
"Eh?"
Jing Xiaolou's arm bounced up, and he was shocked.
His arm 'whooshed' down from above, landed on his chest, and opened up, blocking An Qisheng's punch.
Bang!
Jing Xiaolou's shoulder shook, and he took three steps back, a faint metallic taste in his mouth.
Crack~
With a single collision, the wooden bridge under An Qisheng's feet broke and could no longer withstand his stomp.
Caught off guard, he fell into the lake.
"This child."
In the lakeside pavilion, the old man glanced at Jing Xiaolou and shook his head slightly:
"Even if this pavilion collapses, would it blame you?"
He was also somewhat amazed by An Qisheng's final burst of power, but Jing Xiaolou had mastered four levels of strength, and had already become one with it. With a stomp, he could dissipate the force into the ground.
However, he did not dissipate the force and took it head-on.
"The pavilion is where teacher often sits. How dare this disciple damage it in the slightest?"
Jing Xiaolou just smiled, flicked his shoulder, leaped onto the wooden bridge, and reached down: "Brother An?"
Slap!
An Qisheng reached out and grasped his palm, climbing onto the wooden bridge.
"Brother Jing's skill is extraordinary. I am no match for you."
An Qisheng wiped the lake water from his face, his body soaked.
"Brother An has not yet reached the level of transformation. To be able to do this is stronger than I was at the time."
Jing Xiaolou shook his head slightly.
"Bajiquan, you have grasped its essence. That last punch surprised even this old man."
In the lakeside pavilion, the old man shook his head slightly:
"It's just a pity that the bridge broke, getting you wet."
"Eh?"
An Qisheng was about to say something when he suddenly felt a warm current blowing, and then he felt somewhat hot.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, it was as if he had suddenly arrived at the boiler room that heated in winter. The rolling heat made his eyes sore and his hair slightly yellowed.
An Qisheng's heart shook, knowing that the heat was emanating from the old man's body.
In his perception, Xue Zheng at this moment was like a raging boiler, with flames rising, as if he could boil the lake water!
Just like the peerless Daoren (Taoist) in front of the Golden Hall of Wudang Mountain, whose heat evaporated the rain in the sky.
The body temperature of a 見神 (Jian Shen - Seeing the Spirit) martial artist could actually reach such an unbelievable level.
"Come and sit."
The old man waved his hand slightly.
An Qisheng came back to his senses, his clothes and hair were already dry.
"Let's go, Brother An."
Jing Xiaolou, who had retreated far away, walked over, patted An Qisheng's shoulder, and walked towards the lakeside pavilion.
An Qisheng felt novel, but he was already used to it.
"The power of humans has reached this level, almost surpassing the ordinary."
In the lakeside pavilion, An Qisheng sincerely sighed.
"Surpassing the ordinary?"
Hearing this, the old man shook his head:
"Once, I thought so too. But after learning more, I realized that surpassing the ordinary is a dead end."
"What do you mean by that?"
An Qisheng was puzzled.
"Throughout history, there have been people who truly transcended the mundane and embarked on another unpredictable path."
Not knowing what he was thinking of, the old man sighed:
"Laozi, Sakyamuni, Guiguzi, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan... Unfortunately, they are all dead."